Granite Dells

Postcard from the past circa 1974...

We two siblings sat among big rocks
staring, thinking, wondering
having one of those silent talks...

Cross-legged our young life at crosswalk
gazing, reflecting, pondering
what were soul marks of chalk...

Unexpectedly we had lost paternal building block
furrowing, growing, thundering
heads compelled to take stock...

After a short while we packed up eyeshades
knapsacks, water bottles and day hiked out
to years layered upon decades,
like boulders enduring without doubt
soon forgetting the fragility that pervades,
every breath taken could still phaseout.

I sit alone now surrounded by same rocks
contemplating, reasoning, pardoning
mortal life for being a ticking clock.